Page 82 of Insurgent

“Fine,” he says, getting up. I narrow my eyes at him, then I spot Nugget. Those two never come to Atlanta with us, but this time they decided it was needed. I don’t get why. The man Moretti’s talking to has dark skin, dark hair, and dark eyes. He wears a set of gold chains around his neck. The old school skinny ones.

Moretti, in a blue tux with a maroon tie, smiles at him. I see Trig walking over to Nugget, who gives him a curious look. The two talk and Nugget looks my way. I lock eyes with him and he smiles. And then he says something else to Trig. Trig looks over at Moretti and the man we don’t know, and then he grabs a drink from a bartender as she walks by.

I grow annoyed at his indifference to finding out what the fuck is going on here. He’s got just as much time in this business as we do. Moretti could be shoving us out. Simon walks back over to me.

“We’ve got a problem,” he says. “There’s an issue with one of our dealers.”

“Don’t you have men for this?”

“They’re tied up. I could use your help. I’ll throw in some extra.”

I narrow my eyes. “How about you put that extra to the side? Bones and I will grab it the next time we come. And I want the powder that’s been stolen.”

He grins. “You really think you’re going to find him, huh?”

“I know I will. Whoever has him wants something. It’s only a matter of time before they come for it.”

He nods, lighting a smoke. “So, I got your help then?”

“Yeah. You got my help.”

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“What’s going on here?” Trig asks.

“Looks like those men stole cocaine from a dealer who works for Simon.”

“No shit,” Trig says. “I mean, why are we here? This isn’t our jurisdiction.”

“We’re doing Simon a favor.”

“Oh yeah, and what are we getting out of it?”

“Money. We’re getting money that Moretti doesn’t know about.”

“We’re doing something behind his back?”

“Isn’t he doing something behind ours? You never did tell me who that man was he was talking to.”

“Some guy named Raul.”

“What’s his deal?” I ask from the car. I can see in the windows of the apartment duplex the men are in. Stupid idiots didn’t even close the blinds. Everything they’re doing is visible. They’re amateurs at best.

They probably spotted Simon’s guy selling at one point, so they watched him, and they got the idea they could rob them. Sell all the product at one time to earn some fast cash, not knowing that Simon’s men are everywhere, so more than likely they’ll be trying to sell back to them.

If we don’t get rid of them, Simon’s guys will eventually. You want something like this taken care of immediately. It doesn’t look good when you have loose ends.

“I don’t know,” Trig says. “Maybe Moretti has something going on, on the side.”

“You don’t think that’s a problem?” I ask him.

“I think he’s allowed to do whatever the fuck he wants.”

I lift a brow, toss my smoke out the window, and then say, “Come on.”

Getting rid of the guys is no issue. We go in with silencers and shoot the three guys in the back of the head. One tries to run. We get him as he is climbing out the window. It makes it easier on us; we don’t have to carry him through the house.

We put them in body bags and find an old cemetery. We dig up a grave from the 1800s, toss them in, throw the dirt back over it, and are on our way. We make it back to Jersey with Moretti and Nugget.

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